Memoirs of a Creole Crime Cartel

by Red Snapper

  “What’s wrong baby…are you nervous or are you just anxious,” I asked as I continued to rub her breasts.

  She could not speak as she closed her eyes and put her right hand on mine. She smiled as she felt my throbbing hard dick inside my briefs pressing the crack of her ass. It was now involuntarily jerking, beckoning to be released from its captive prison.

  I could feel the tension in her body as I gently massaged her, my hands firmly wrapped around her shoulders as I squeezed her muscles and moved my hands inwards. Soon I began to trace her spine with my knuckles, feeling the tension begin to discharge from her. All she could do was to sigh in relief as I opened my hands and caressed her back with firm precision. She was completely engulfed with my touch now, as she felt herself going limp in front of me. She was now totally relaxed as her breathing became steady, slow and peaceful.

  As I reached her shoulders again, the tension was gone, but I intentionally didn't stop the massage. I continued with my hands around her shoulder muscles, my thumbs beginning to caress the nape of her neck. As I did this, she started to tense up again—not a negative tension, but one that spoke of contentment. She was beginning to lift her arms and to speak, but I quickly interrupted her.

  “Ahhhhhh…Just relax and enjoy the serenity.” “Don't say a word baby…just keep your eyes closed and enjoy the ride.”

  Without a word, she obeyed my simple command, as she put her arms back to her side again. As she continued to enjoy this luxurious massage session, she started to moan slightly, concentrating on my every touch, enjoying the way I took my time to caress and feel every inch of her body. She smiled slightly as she tells herself, “I am really enjoying this…Ooohhhh…he knows how to touch a woman!”

  I continued to caress the back of her neck, with my thumbs slowly penetrating her chocolate smooth skin. She moaned slightly as she tilted her head back, as if she was staring at the ceiling, breathing heavily now.

  I was now totally into her flesh as I could feel something in the air. That something in the air was sensuous desire. It was making me follow the flow of her back again as I lifted my hands under her tube top.

  With that, she simply raised her arms, allowing me to lift the top off, releasing her large sexy mammaries. All I could do was to watch as her titties jiggled when they were released from their prison. It just made me hotter with desire as I watched her tube top falling to the floor, as it slowly dropped making a silent noise as it landed.

  She continued to stand in front of me still with her back towards me, now wearing only her moist blue and white polka dot panties.

  I licked my lips as I thought, “I want them off—but not so fast...I have to take my time!”

  She cooed as I took my fingertips and gently—barely—pressed them against the small of her back, up, to her shoulders. I stopped again at her neck, gliding slowly, methodically over the spot that made her lose her breath in anticipation. I just toyed with her clit as I began to circle it with my fingers, over and over again, listening to her breathing become heavier, quicker.

  Now in complete control I slowly moved my hands over her shoulders, down the front, slowly still, still with nothing more than a gentle brush of my fingertips. I reached her breasts again, which have been patiently waiting my arrival once more. I knew she wanted to turn around, to have me take them into his mouth, but she waited with patience as she allowed me to continue serving her. Her large nipples, one under each set of fingertips began to expand as I continued to caress them slightly. As they grew, I noticed the first of the goose bumps rising over her back, then her arms. I finally took her breasts in each hand, gently still, then moving my hands down over her stomach muscles.

  Her moans began to increase as I moved forward; placing my juicy wet lips on her back. “Sssshhhh,” barely taking my lips from her back, so that she feels the vibration of my lips and then placing them back on her back again. I commenced to kiss her back again, allowing my tongue to trace her spine as my hands moved into the front of her panties.

  It was starting to get wet there as she quivered with excitement. I know all she could think about was having my throbbing hard shaft in her wet pussy, as she desired release… no, she demanded it. I grasped the rim of her panties and slowly—slowly eased them down, inch by inch, second by second, moving slowly to build the wet combustion inside her soul. I was now gazing down at her sex, as it was completely drenched with her love juices, which now stained her panties with precum. I slowly took her panties, wrapping them around her legs above her sexy knees. I bent her over slightly like a shotgun as I took her by her firm ass, letting her panties rest just below her ass cheeks. I slowly moved my fingertips up against her thighs, to her soaking wet pussy, which I found engaging as my fingers entered her hole. A supple sigh escaped her lips as my finger entered her hot box.

  Of course, her pussy was unshaved, as I found her wetness, rubbing and spreading it around over her bushy pubic hair. My fingers glided along the area, easily slipping back through the crack, where I found her clit. This turned me on even more as I allowed her panties to finally fall to the floor with a silent finality, and I gently pushed her forward so I could stand up.

  I immediately removed my briefs, allowing my hard shaft to release from its binding prison, standing at full attention. When she felt my dick touching the crack of her ass, she quickly reached her hands back to touch it, as she was now willing to turn around.

  I whispered in her ear, “Not just yet baby,” as she began to feel the pressure in my hard ass dick pushing into her crack. As I continued to pressure her, precum slightly wetted her back, as I simultaneously took her hands into mine and biting her neck. As I finally released her hands, she allowed me to press harder into her, as my hands search out her sopping wet pussy once again. Man I couldn’t help it as my hands encompass her pussy, my fingers definitively moving through her labia, as I pushed my dick harder into her back. All she could do was moan as she felt my dick between his belly and her back; my juices intermingled with our bodies.

  After about five minutes of this, I finally moved back away from her, but she move with me as if my dick caressing her back was bringing her to an explosive orgasm. I just looked down at my scrotum as I felt my balls beginning to ache, screaming to let go of my hot jizm as I finally bent her over like a shotgun and quickly sat down on the chair, as I gazed at her in front of me, her pussy gleaming, I took my finger and ran it along her pussy lips, turning it as I moved under her, fondling her clit. I then pushed my thumb into her glory hole as my finger circles her swollen clit. I just smiled as I felt her juices slowly easing out of her into my hand, as I thought, “Yeah …she seems like she’s ready now!”

  I spoke to her in an extremely low and sensuous tone, “I want to taste you...I want you to feel me taste you.”

  She cooed as she heard me say my words because during this era, brothers just didn’t admit to serving a woman by eating her pussy.

  I bent forward and started softly, moving over her sweet pussy lips with the point of my tongue, inching towards her ass, then back down again. My tongue entered her, and she rose on her toes, as the feeling was extremely sensitive to her. I just continued to serve her, keeping my tongue in her hole, making sure to move it around as much as I could.

  By now, my fingers were now circling and ravishing her clit, as she knew in her mind that she wanted nothing more but to explode on my face.

  “I want you to cum,” I lamented as I continued to lavish her sweet punany, moving my tongue and fingers with only one purpose in mind—that she cum hard.

  As Sandra felt her juices beginning to flow, she began to move her ass back and forth, and when she did that, I knew she was getting close. This intrigued me, making me grasp her clit harder, and then gently cuddling it to build the pressure I knew she was already feeling. Sandra’s moans began to increase as I continued to lick and suck her clit and pussy lips, making her thighs began to quiver. Soon, all you could hear was the sounds of Sandra’s voice as she excl
aimed, “Oooohhhhhhh…mmmyy…whatttt thhhheeee FUCKKKK!” “YEAHHHH!” “IIII’MMM CUMMMING NOOOWWW!”

  Letting loose as her legs were now like jello, she tried to keep her balance from her intense and robust orgasmic experience as I continued to barely touch her clit, allowing her orgasm to release with its entire pleasure. She fell to her knees in front of me, exposing her pussy high in the air as her entire body continued to shake off the orgasm.

  As I was now watching her pussy exposed in front of me, I knew my dick couldn’t hold out any longer as I felt it throbbing and jerking involuntarily. I pulled her back toward me, so I could lie back in my chair as I guided her pussy to my throbbing hard shaft, entering her from behind. The orgasm she just had allowed for easy entry, as I pushed down onto her as far as I could, allow my shaft to fill her punany entirely to my balls. She immediately commenced, moving her ass back and forth, as she tried to get my dick deep into her cunt.

  This shit was good as I moved my hand down, taking her clit again, gently, barely touching it with my fingertips.

  After a moment, she moved her body in slow, deliberate moves—not so much that I could have exploded in an instant, but so that I can feel my nut building.

  Suddenly, the sound of her trying to catch her breath let me know that she was on the verge of letting go another wave of pleasure. With that, I couldn’t hold on any longer because the slow motion sex is where it was and she knew it, only wanting to let the desire overcome her. But she slowed back down so that I was not moving in and out of her, but merely inside of her. Her attempt at catching her breath again took me over the edge to that point as my dick deep inside her, the head growing larger as my orgasm exploded deep into her wet and waiting punany, shooting long streams of cum into her, filling her as she simultaneously let loose as well.

  After a few moments she just laid back on me, my dick still in her pussy as she responded, “So…now that you got the pussy…I guess I won’t be seeing you like this anymore…huh?”

  She finally turned around, taking my dick out of her as she straddled me again. I gazed deep into her eyes as I replied, “You must be crazy if you think that I’ll just fuck you and leave you…unless that’s what you want me to do?”

  She looked at me, “So many brothers do…so if that’s what you intended than tell me now so I know what to expect!”

  I smiled as I pulled my dick out of her and began to stroke it, trying to make it hard again so I could penetrate her again as I replied, “I want this to keep going…besides when we find my daughter, you’ll have to keep an eye on her for me, which means, I’ll have to come down to check things out right?”

  She smiled as she responded, “Andrew…they will find her…she’ll be back before you know it…you’ll see.”

  Chapter 5 - Tangie

  April 1988

  Somewhere in Columbia, Missouri

  The trees were full with spring colorant when LaVette and I first entered into the clutches of the infamous Pimpin’ Jay, but by the time the first snowfall covered the streets, we were as such a part of the strip club game that it seemed like we had always been here. The seasons changed several times since that first day, six years to be exact. The funniest thing about the whole situation was I was really enjoying the game. It was as if I was born to hustle and I was addicted to making men drool over me. LaVette didn’t care for it at first but she soon became as good if not better on the pole then many of the veterans who had been in the game for years.

  Many of the men asked for dances from us and soon demanded our services, leaving many of the other girls out in the cold. This of course caused lots of turmoil for the girls, causing Pimpin Jay to have to make a decision whether to keep us in the strip game or to move us to the big leagues, which for him was teaching us the call girl game. One night after the club had closed for the night, all the strippers were in the dressing room trying to get our shit together so we could deliver our pay out to Pimpin’ Jay when one of the strippers who went by the name of Cotton Candy strolled over to me and accused me of taking her regular customers from her.

  “Say Bitch…I told you to stay clear from my regulars when they come up in this bitch…but you seem to be ignoring what I fuckin’ said!”

  I was buttoning up my blouse as I turned around to face my foe.

  “What the fuck you trying to say Candy…ain’t nobody taking you damn customers!”

  Candy walked up close to me as she replied, “What you sayin’ bitch…I don’t know what I’m talkin’ about?” “Everybody fuckin’ up in here know that you and you sidekick over there is trying to get all the paper up in here and we’re fuckin tired of ya’ll shit!”

  When she said that, the entire population of girls began to surround them, waiting to see who would be the first to strike.

  “Look Candy…it’s enough fuckin’ paper out there for all us…I can’t help it if you old’ tired ass can’t shake that ass no more!”

  All the strippers shouted a loud “WOOOOOOOOO,” which pissed off Candy even more. Then somebody in the crowd pushed me into Candy as hard as they could, making both of us fall to the floor with me on the bottom and Candy on top. As soon as we hit the floor, Candy commenced to striking me, trying to hit me in my face. I knew what was happening so I quickly covered my face, waiting for an opportunity to reverse the situation. LaVette tried to jump in the fight but two of the other strippers quickly grabbed her and held her back. She tried desperately to break loose but their grip was too strong as I endured the beating for a while then I finally wrapped my legs around Candy, making her flip over on her back. Now I was on top of her, striking Candy in her eye and her jaw several times. She tried to get up but I was beating that bitch with quick and solid punches in her face that she began to bleed profusely.

  As I continued to scratch Candy’s eyes, in came Fancie Fresh and Pimpin’ Jay. When everyone saw them coming into the room they all scattered like roaches in a dark room when the light came on. Pimpin Jay immediate grabbed me from top of Candy as I continued to swing at her. Fancie immediate shouted, “Hey bitches…what the fuck is goin’ on in here?”

  Pimpin Jay looked at Candy, as he held me back, responding, “You get yo ass over her now bitch,” pointing at Candy. She slowly sauntered over to him, knowing what was about to come next.

  Still holding me back with his left arm he quickly pimp slapped Candy with his right hand, knocking her to the floor as he yelled, “BITCH…YOU STARTIN” SHIT IN HERE AGAIN?”

  She looked up at him as she held her left cheek, with blood not dipping from her lip, as she answered, “Jay…she and her fuckin’ sidekick is always taking over our regulars…you know that’s against the rules.” “They taking our share…I got a baby to feed and…He immediately interrupted her, “Bitch…you just jealous…yo old used up ass can’t get nobody to fuckin’ give you the time of fuckin’ day.” “The only baby you got to feed is that fuckin’ heroine addition you got bitch…”“Shit… you owe me back pay why you bullshittin’!” “You better be tryin’ to figure out a way to pay me back hoe!”

  She looked up at him as he motioned for Fancie to get me. After I saw what he did to Candy, I quickly settled down as I watched Pimpin’ Jay quickly pick up Candy from the floor by her arm and dragged her into the next room. As he was dragging her into the room, she was fighting him trying to break free from his grip. He quickly took her into the room and closed the door behind him.

  After a few minutes, all you could hear was her screams coming out the room as Pimpin’ Jay commenced to beating Candy’s ass. All the women in the room began to get upset as they heard the commotion then suddenly the noise ceased as Pimpin’ Jay emerged out of the room. He looked at Tangie and LaVette as he motioned for Fancie to bring them to his office. All the girls were waiting for Candy to come out of the room, but she didn’t come out. As soon as he left the room, two of the women immediately ran into the next room to check on her. When they made it in the room all they could see was blood everywhere. She wasn’t de
ad, but she was extremely traumatized. They quickly took her out to her room so they could try to get her some medical attention. From that day forward, none of the women so much as step off track for fear of what Pimpin’ Jay would do to them.

  As LaVette and I were escorted to meet Pimpin’ Jay in his office, lots of thoughts went through my mind. We looked at each other as we entered the room with Fancie shutting the door behind us. He glanced up at us as he said, “Please ladies, have a seat.”

  We both sat down in the chairs directly in front of the desk as he poured himself a glass of Boones Farm Strawberry Hill and quickly gulped it down. He then put the glass down gently as he looked up at us and smiled. Taking a small towel and rubbing his Nugget rings, cleaning Candy’s blood from them, He soon sat back in his chair putting his hands together in the praying position as he began to speak, “Ladies…I have been watching you two.” Ya’ll have been her for a very long time and you both have grown up.” “How old are you now Tangie?”

  I looked at LaVette as I answered, “I’m nineteen!”

  He looked over at LaVette as she answered, “I’m eighteen now.”

  He smiled as he began to clean his rings again, “I don’t think you two should be wasting away in this strip club game…I think…no…I know ya’ll do better in another profession.”

  I looked over at LaVette and then back at him as I replied, “You want us to sale our coochies?”

  Not as street whores…no that’s beneath you!” “Naw…you’re more valuable then that!” “I’m talking about making some real bread as Escorts.”